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When I was a teenager, I accidentally ran over a little tree (my mom had just planted) with a riding lawn mower. I looked around, didn't see anyone looking, and stuck that sucker back in the ground.
Later, when my mom kept wondering why her tree never grew, I sure wasn't going to say "Oh, you mean the tree I ran over with the lawn mower?"
Ironically, when my sister and I were in our late 50's, I confessed to my sister. I said, "Remember that tree mom planted that never grew?" She said, "Yes." I said, "I ran over it with a lawn mower and stuck it back in the ground." She laughed and said, "So did I!"
So I guess we will never know which one of us killed the tree....
I was pretty well behaved. Sure I tried some things, but nothing all that major. The worst is probably all the times I drove home drunk in my 20's-30's. Never had an accident and never got caught, thankfully. I don't do that now.
My parents I'm sure suspected I was sleeping with various women, but they were old school and sex wasn't discussed. Besides, I was a very late bloomer, so they had zero to worry about before I was a legal adult. I was extremely responsible anyway.
Very anti-social behaviour but when I was really small (maybe 4?) I remember peeing in our garden shed repeatedly, just for the hell of it. They thought it was one of my brothers because they all got told off and it never occurred to them, it was me.
After reading a few of these posts, I guess I was almost an angel. Well, not exactly. We all were wild in the 70's, but not "bad." Part of the culture back then.
Location: East of Seattle since 1992, 615' Elevation, Zone 8b - originally from SF Bay Area
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I shot a man in Reno. . . . just to watch him die. . .
I shot the sheriff, but I didn’t shoot the deputy.
Seriously, it would take a lot of typing to list the things I did that they never found out about, the worst might have been driving my father’s car at 120 mph one time when mine was broken down and I had an evening class one night. It still had pedal left but the speedometer needle was pinned. 1964 Chrysler 413 V8.
In the 8th grade one of my best friends dad had a Gremlin with a 327 in it. He would pass out drunk on the couch and we would take the keys roll it down the driveway and go cruise.
There is MUCH more but that would require a blog.
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Well, not exactly. We all were wild in the 70's, but not "bad." Part of the culture back then.
